Bianca Petals Nude Novels & Stories

"Camila, playboy is here to see you". Someone announced. A half naked lady nodded slightly to the person that delivered the message. Camila look super hot, her big artificial breast stood firmly above her half push-up bra, her p*ssy line showing beneath the net string pant she wore. Her large artificial cheek butts wasn't plain, it had different colours and drawing of orthodox sighs, Italian language, a black butterfly and a pink snake leading up to her back and connectes to another drawing. Her pink hair stop right about her collar bone exposing the drawing of a dick and crucifix she drew on her back.

He asked, trailing a figure over her chest. Bianca’s heart raced from the fear. “No, please leave.” She said politely, but he scoffed and signaled to his other friend to join. And he did, sitting so close to her that she couldn’t breathe. Her body was trembling slightly. “You look like you have a lot of money, and we satisfy the ones with the odd urge. So tell me, what are your sex fantasies?” The other friend inputted, his palm gliding over her covered thigh. She was dressed in a gown, and she was starting to wonder if it would have been different if she had worn trousers.

She pulled off her bra and camisole. "Looks like someone is pleased to see me again. " Bianca said before she sat on his lap, her back to his chest. She slipped down onto his cock, letting it impale her. Her mouth formed an O shape as she took in all of him. Before she began to bounce up and down on his lap. His hand grabbing her braless tits. "Oh fuck! Marco. Right there. " She said as he thrust up into her giving as much as he was getting. Her sex tightly encased his cock, massaging and milking for all he was worth as he continued to thrust into her.

Are you kidding me? “You’re perfect with or without ink.” I gulped to see him completely naked. He was magnificent, better than any male model I’d seen in the magazines. And this one in front of me was real. No makeup. No Photoshop. No lights. In raw and flesh—a living male model in a post-apocalyptic world. Colt was ripped in every angle my eyes could see. Kneeling down between my thighs, he spread them. “You’re beautiful, twig. So beautiful that I had to stand there for a minute and watched you naked in my bed and at the same thinking why did I deserve you.” He caressed my cheeks with his callous thumbs.

* *Snores * *Knock knock!* *Snores* *Knock Knock!!!* "Yeah?" "Mate, it's me. Hayden." "What do you want?" I yawned. "Can I...talk to you?" I went to the dresser and combed my hair before answering the door. And what stood in front of me was... a never could be forgotten look... Hayden was wearing shorts and his bare chest exposed to me. I saw every line on his chest, even the V-sculpture. He had a tan skin tone with tattoos all over.

Not content to be just another drone, she wore vibrant clothes. "Why are we not moving?", Bianca asked. "It is because I want to kill you",Selma answered in a cold tone. "Fuck who are you?",Bianca asked. She was scared so she pulled out her phone to call Trey. "Why did you do that?",she screamed after Selma snapped her phone away from her hand and sat on it. "Now you listen to me",Selma said pointing a gun to Bianca. "You scream, you die". "You do not cooperate, you die".

Grace handed over her phone and Gwen’s eyes widened. “Ahhh! Please tell me you tried it on.” “With the model, they chose for the role? There’s no way that it would fit me…If it did, I probably wouldn’t have taken it off,” Grace stared at the stunning ballgown. It was an aqua-coloured dress with an intricate bodice. She loved the butterfly designs and the shimmering fabric that imitated the sea when it moved. “I guess this has put me in such a fairy-tale mood.”

My eyes brimmed with hatred and scorn, and Bianca instantly crumpled against Lucian's chest as if wounded. "Lucian, is she trying to kill me with that look?" Lucian turned his head toward me. The next second, he raised the paddle in his hand. "I'll raise. Two dollars."

___ [•20minutes•Later] Bianca ran into the VVIP hallway like mad woman,she wasn't even properly dressed. The top she wore wasn't fully buttoned,the arm swinged to one side revealing her smooth cleavage. She one leg of flip flop and one leg of flat heel,her hair was swaying as she led the way straight to daughter's bed. She burst into tears when she saw the condition her daughter was in,never had she imagined her treasure on a sickbed with a 50 percent chance of living. She wasn't even breathing.

Kiran didn't expect to run into Lucia and Bianca again so soon and looked up at Bianca. Bianca was wearing a black dress, like a black rose, adding a touch of nobility and charm to her. The hem of her dress was short, with black stockings on her slender legs that stood out especially under the light, shining with a sexy allure. A pair of black strappy sandals on her feet marked faint lines, perfectly showing off the flesh and bone of her feet. Her dark style was quite distinct.